Artist: Lil Wayne f/ Brisco Album: Da Drought 3 Song: New Cash Money Typed by: mainevent_4@yahoo.com [Brisco] I'm from the cocaine era, packs in my stroller Two beepers and a flip, startech Motorola Bally silts? Kangol tilts Stand straight when the boss talkin, hush yo lips My affiliates contract hits I let the street declare war when you want dat beef Talk cheap, get money, I was taught to ride Loyalty came first and we dont switch no sides I'ma savage on the block, nickel rocks, and heroin hopes I walked the ghetto like them, but I was takin my notes Certified goon, the locks on standby I just need a couple real niggas I can stand by (C.M.B.) A bad bitch wit hips And two niggas on the interstate takin them trips I'm into carrots like Bugs Bunny Young Brisco, the New Cash Money [Lil Wayne] Haaa.. reportin live from the booth I'm killin these bitches, Young Wayne Carruth Untamed and loose, plus drank and juice I was once a spark, into a flame it grew I don't complain to you, don't complain to me Everbody got beef and I just came to eat I'm in the game for D, if you in my lane I beat I been runnin this shit and I aint neva sprained my knee And guess who came home, Roney the O.G. He still on paper, nigga we neva free And fo' my homie Streets I'ma twist one up He can't even hit the kush he gotta piss in the cup What is dis on my wrist, shit is sicker than uggh Yo Brisco, there aint a sky bigger than us What's good I'm in diamonds is you tippin or what I took ya bitch and she aint comin back to work fo a month Weezy! [Brisco] I'm in the all red slide spur, sittin on Ashanti's Wit a bad red bone dat look somethin like Ashanti [Lil Wayne] Ok, Light brown, sorta tan medina Wit a, light brown thick thing like Trina Um, you probably seen us Rippin the streets up wit no top between us [Brisco] Your so genius Dats my word you know I got you twin You a real nigga dog, thanks for lettin me in [Lil Wayne] Yea, we in the game now and I'm bettin we win And I'm the rapper landlord just collectin my rent [Brisco] I put the house on lil Bris, he gon' eat dis year Stop fo' the real niggas who aint see dis year [Lil Wayne] Open ya eyes, open ya eyes, cash money has a new face And we go tie the shit up like a shoelace [Brisco] And dats me the young hood messiah '07 I'ma set the fuckin hood on fire